Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.